part i

Sardine in a cardboard box
you cradle me in your arms.
Your voice burns the cold
Winter in my mind.

I feel you caress again:
I rest my eyes
Your arms locked in mine,
minutes perfect
time stops.

We leap forward
into an final kiss.
We leave the place behind.

Nights adventurers
wandering through
streets, half alive
half dead
we never sleep.

Part ii

I hoped sunday would never come
we depart;
we wait for the train.
seven, eight, nine
both insane.
Two swollen eyes,
twp shaking limbs,
a sore head:
t-shirt soaked in *****:
cider mingled in cigarette
stains...
That awful, awkward
wait to Leicester.
We stare in silence:
we say no more.

You return like clouds on a summer day.
Darken the warm glow,  with the black night.
You smell of stale air and soiled decay.
Burning my beacon with pale blue light.
I feel your bitter, cruel hands in the cost frost.
The dogs moan with a melancholy bark.
I hear musical notes of their sweet loss.
They are divided, but are never apart.
I would hate to erase your pale pasted form.
Will you always be, in my memory?
I want you to shine bright as the rise of morn.
To be majestic and calm as the joyous melody.
  Lady Fate paid her debt, and took your life;
  Therefore if you have arisen... are you my wife?

I see my reflection
she grasps my hands.
The water ***** deeper:
drags me down.

I go under.

The world is a distorted chasm
  surrounded by shadows
  creeping around
    every
     corner.

Roads slide into the night
  with no light.

Gardens decorated with
false fiery bulbs.

Curtains camouflage the windows:
chimney lights up
loud load.

Red handed.
They blow out.

Women whirl
in flutters of white.

Men stomp
about in bleak
black suits.

Music stops...

Air
grasps
throats.

Led into hallway
festered with doors.

The door thrusts

open.

They enter church.

Last fragmented seconds
stopped your
hour glass heart.

Time was playing
with you.
Snapping your
spare parts.

Time left you alone:
You now have no
rules or boundaries.

Your free,
free to roam,
anywhere?
Anywhere, plausible.

You are immortal.

The shadows leech
upon my body.
I can hear them.
Their mouth foams.
I feel them slice:
they lick and fight
for my affection,
******* up my dried heart
to emptiness.
I can see the blood stain walls:
sharpening up my axe
I cut their tongues.

I can't bear to hear voices.

I want to hear silence!!

The violet strips
her purple cloak,
slowly to reveal
her pallid features.

She exhibits her
two fleshy cushions.

The rose burrows
inside her chest,
soaking her in blood.

She shrieks her final breath...
in a frenzy of passion,
he seizes her by the stem,
slicing her feeble petals
slowly to the floor.